*Dr. Morpheus quickened his pace as he saw his house come into view...* -- Main Street

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Date Posted: 15:51:36 01/23/03 Thu
Author: Dr. Morpheus
Author Host/IP: 207.218.214.160
Subject: *Dr. Morpheus quickened his pace as he saw his house come into view...*

((OOC: Okay...I want to get some placement here...so,...how's this? Morpheus is across from Wyntre, who's next door to Dinah, who's across from Adin (putting Adin next to Morpheus for what little time he's still on Main St ^~)...and since Fukuro looked down the street at his house, he can be,......three doors down from Dinah? Is that cool? O.O I must know where everything is, lol... End OOC))

He really needed to get home...anywhere he was outdoors was unsafe. The longer he was in view, the more plausible it was that Faustus would find him...and he certainly didn't want that.

He quickly entered his house, slamming the door and quickly locking the deadbolt. He leaned agains the door, breathing rather heavily, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He dabbed at his forehead with his handkercheif and slumping into a sitting position, head in hands.

What am I to do? She doesn't remember me...and he's HERE! he continued pondering as he got up and staggered into his bedroom to organize the clothes he had just bought.

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